Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Intrusion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fall,
The Remains,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.